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Duker: �Lt. Screwloose, are we ready test out the Eliminator in
the alpha quadrant?� Screwloose: �Yes Sir. We have rid ourselves of any
signature readings that the Instigator gave off. To anybody in the Alpha
Quad, we should not be recognized. The gnomes will be monitoring our progress
through the new communication system on the portal gun. We will be able
to open a direct channel to �planet� if anything should happen. � Duker:
�Good. Charge the new portal gun and open a passage way six light-years
outside of the Sol system. After we arrive, activate the cloak and head
for Earth. I want to be able to see if they these new improvements will
do the trick. We should look like a new alien ship to them. Engage!� The
crome-like surface begins to glow blue and a portal opens up in front of
them. The ship enters the portal and with a flash the portal disappears.
On the other side a portal opens up and the Eliminator emerges from the
blue hole. The portal closes with a flash and the ship cloaks heading toward
the blue green planet at warp 3.
Duker
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 10:46:17 (MDT)
*Tristan opened up the closet and was immediatly attacked by several
very large very inanimate objects, primarily gun, but there were a few
other things in there. Tristan clawed his way out and grabbed TDK's Dk'tagh
and mek'leth and strapped them on. He then fished through Scorpion's collection
of guns. Then behind him he heard what sounded like a very nasal copy of
Scorpion's voice. "Uhhmm... TDK?" Tristan did not turn around but did respond*
My name is not TDK, it's Tristan *"Uhhmm... Tristan?" This time he did
turn around and saw Scorpion being held by a stormtrooper who had his rifle
up Scorpion's nose.* Oh. I guess we're not getting out of here are we?
*Stormtrooper: "No, everyone except for you," he pointed towards Tristan,
"back in your cells. You drop the knives and come with us." Tristan could
think of nothing to do but comply and so he did.*
Tristan
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 10:48:58 (MDT)
Heavy rock music thudded across the bridge of the captured (and
recompressed) Xanarious ship, Gaazkinqorral is monitoring the computer.
"Eh?", he says, as the toilets come in with a strange warning; Apparently
someone has attempted to flush them. "That would be a communications signal,
then", he thinks; The portacomputer had a system for reading base systems
but was not as effective at working out which circuit was which and he
has been trying to fathom the strangely-ordered computer system for some
time, and has got used to some of its workings. High priority cargo meant
deep fat fried chicken with a tasty spicy coating, low priority meant stuff
like fuel and munitions. The toilet block was the communiccations system,
the comm system the gun controls. Ship control was via a new program, the
original being used to control the airlocks. Gaazki entered the command
to send in some tilet cleaners and opened a comm link. Something totally
incomprehensible came out of the speakers on his comp. "What?". The screen
was showing a giant woodlouse like the ones they'd wiped out but the guy's
tone was welcoming. "Ahh, the other bug-shaped ships that were fighting
against the black ones", and he gave the order for all the autmatic cleaning
systems to come on full power (and achieved a comm link to his Transport
ship in the process)
First
Contact
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 11:26:49 (MDT)
The following is a transcript of Admiral Alexei's private debriefing
of the prisoner Tristan: [Alexei] Greetings, TDK. Or is it Tristan. Welcome
to my humble office. [Tristan] It's Tristan. [Tristan] Humble maybe for
an admiral..... [Alexei] My name is Admiral Alexei. Might I ask you a few
questions? [Tristan] Well, you're the one with the guns, so I guess so.
[Alexei] *waves for the stormtroopers behind Tristan to unlock his manacles,
then leave the room. They do so reluctantly* [Alexei] Now, I hope that
made you more comfortable.. [Tristan] Thank you for that. Those things
hurt after a while.... [Alexei] Whatever happened to that loose-limbed
fellow with the crumpled head? And how did you end up 'replacing' him?
[Tristan] TDK? I'm not quite sure. My best bet right now is that we swapped
places and so he is now probably terrorizing my friends with a Swiss Army
Knife. [Alexei] Ahh, so he is Swiss.. And how did you end up 'replacing'
him? [Tristan] I'm not quite sure. It could have been the improbability
field, or just bad luck on Dark Commie's part. [Alexei] So, you claim to
be an alien not only to this system, but also to this 'universe'? [Tristan]
Yes. [Alexei] The cell block supervisor mentioned that you had talked about
a continuum called the 'Real World'. [Tristan] And yes. The last I checked
before my swapping in here, this universe only existed in the minds of
twelve people. [Alexei] And you claimed to be a 'god'. [Tristan] I never
claimed that. It was just the most convenient way to describe my situation.
[Alexei] Field Marshal Woodlouse, a valued ally and one who is much more
familiar with your kind from Earth, said that you were probably delusional
and in need of pshychiatric evaluation and assistance... [Tristan] I can
understand where he's coming from on that matter, in any universe, but
particularly this one. [Alexei] And yet we have a dilemma.. What am I to
do with you? [Tristan] But, I do have information to back up my claim.
I was basically, omniscient with regards to this universe up until the
point where I was brought in. [Tristan] Set me free? [Alexei] Omniscient,
you say. [Tristan] To a point. The others involved in creating this world
occasionally held out info on me. [Alexei] Interesting. So you claim that
I am a puppet, and one of these so-called 'Twelve' is 'pulling my strings'?
I find that rather had to believe. [Tristan] Yeah. He goes by the name
of Forge. He made the Emperor and those spiders too. [Alexei] Ahh, yes.
The spiders. I find them a great danger in terms of spying. [Tristan] I
don't think so...... Very usefull little buggers actually. Great tools
for communication. [Alexei] Are you a spy? [Tristan] Wahhat? Me?
A spy? [Alexei] You claim to be neither ally nor enemy, and so far have
been a nuisance, and a help. You did save the other prisoners as well as
yourself from certain death. That shows initiative and intelligence. [Tristan]
Not to mention a decent sense of humor. [Alexei] But I cannot grant you
leave so easily. You may yet be a threat. [Tristan] I've been in this world
all of.... how long has it been? ... Well, anyway, all I've been doing
is sitting in a prison cell, eating bad soup and scaring your guards. Well,
that's one better than TDK at least. [Alexei] So, tell me. What do you
wish for me to do with you. [Tristan] Well, I'd LIKE for you to let me
go, but you're apparently not gonna do that. Hmmm.... I'd also like to
get back to my own world, but I don't know what TDK's done in my absence
but it's probably not good, and I'm probably going to have to take the
blame for it. (Alexei drums his fingers on the metal desktop) [Tristan]
What if I were to get you another ally? [Alexei] Who would that be? You
make grand claims, Tristan. Can you prove it with hard information? Tell
me, what are the Xanarious planning. [Tristan] Well, some information....
There's a damaged ship in the area. It's in need of assistance and last
I remember it was going to attack the first ship it saw which would conveniently
be a Xanarious ship. [Alexei] Which area? There are alot of damaged ships
thereabouts.. [Tristan] The place you're attacking now, man what was it
called again...? Yan... something. A Yah'noik world or something... [Alexei]
Yahnorni. That engagement is over. [Tristan] That's it. I'm telling you
there's another ship there. It's a heavily armed troop carrier from what
I can gather. [Alexei] I'll have my men look into it. What do you know
of the strange creatures that captured and apparently killed the other
human prisoner? [Tristan] The things that attacked the brig? Jiggly Puffs.
Pokemons. [Alexei] What are they? [Tristan] Truthfully I'm not quite sure,
they must have been sent in after I was brought here so I don't know. Besides,
it's a good thing that Marissa is dead. [Alexei] And why is that? [Tristan]
A VERY good thing. Have you ever heard of a Wesley Crusher? [Alexei] A
weapon that warps minds into idiocy. It is similar to the JarJar Binks
idoiocy field generator. [Tristan] Yes, but armed with technobabble instead
of just plain stupidity. [Alexei] I see. And what has this to do with the
former prisoner named Marissa? [Tristan] Amplify that by about a hundred
and you are getting close to what Marissa is. Or was... VERY evil. [Alexei]
Hmm.. (presses a button on his desk, and a heavily armed stormtrooper enters
the office... wearing an apron and carrying a pot of tea) [Alexei] Care
for a cup of New Leningrad Black? I know these debriefing sessions can
be very drying to the throat.. [Tristan] (stifles a laugh at upon seeing
the stormtorooper carrying a pot of tea) I guess I could try it. Never
been much of a tea fan myself acturally. [Alexei] What do you find so amusing?
[Tristan] Don't tell me you don't laugh at least a little inside every
time you see a stormtrooper carrying a teapot and had an apron on.... [Alexei]
Well.. I will be candid with you. I laugh inside when they serve turkey
at the Imperial receptions.. one turkey serving another, so to speak..
Oh, and the white hats that always, *always* gets to cover their eye slits..
[Tristan] And quite a predicament it is... [Alexei] Now, back to your predicament.
I could release you to the custody of Field Marshal Woodlouse, and be rid
of the problem.. This is a warship, after all, and not a good place to
acquire psychological counsel.. [Tristan] True, but then again, is any
Woodlouse ship any better? [Alexei] You have a point. Very well. You seem
a reasonable, and rational fellow. I shall make you an offer. Return to
your cell and remain a prisoner until we have had time to sort things out,
or be granted a post as an informant to the Empire. With an official designation,
you shall be have more freedoms, though you will have to swear allegience
to the Empire. [Tristan] Well, since I'm only going to be in this world
a short time longer, if I manage to figure this out, I think I'll take
the latter. [Alexei] Very well. I shall have you escorted back to your
cell, and get the necessary paperwork done. In a day or so, you will be
remanded to a supervisor in the Military Intelligence department. [Tristan]
Oh, and one more ore thing. You think I could get a change of clothes?
TDK wasn't much for cleanliness.... [Alexei] I'm certain that can be arranged.
One thing though. If you are ever to think of trechery, remember that prisoners
get thrown to cells, but traitors are executed. [Tristan] Believe me, much
like TDK, I'm not one for backstabbing.... [Alexei] Very well. This has
been a productive meeting. [Tristan] Cool. (Alexei presses another button,
and a stormtrooper in high heels enters carrying a pad and stylus) [Alexei]
Janice, please assign Tristan here a post with the M.I. as informant, 3rd
class. And have the tailor issue him a set of clothes. His current attire...
stinks. (To the guards just outside) Escort Mr. Tristan back to his cell.
Without the manacles. Dismissed.. (end of interview)
Janice,
Alexei's Secretary <Interview
with a 'god'>
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 13:19:37 (MDT)
Professor Muy'lya blinked slowly at Jadesfire and frowned. "We believe
to have found the cause for the discrepancy in our data." "And?" "You seem
to have a problem with chronic replication...the rate of which is increasing
exponentially. The more of you there are, the less significant in the Plot
you become. And it'll only get worse." The Bothan shrugs. "Eventually you'll
reach a critical mass of Jadesfires, which will probably spur a fatal plot
inversion." "Oh? How long do we have?" "Three weeks. Give or take a day."
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 14:45:09 (MDT)
When Cyborg Stan awoke, he hurt. Alot. Thankfully, he was spared
the rigors of the explanation how he managed to survive an uncontrolled
crash into a building in a flimsy shuttle when state-of-the-art police
ships exploded like popcorn all around him. If there is one thing that
could be agreed on, it's that Cyborg's controller is a fat lazy slob who
couldn't write even if he did stop his incessant drinking habits. But enough
of that. It appears that he was not out for long. His eyes still bled,
and it appears that a buncha little wounds he's recieved has not healed,
and most of all, there's no pissed-off alien police shooting at him. Slowly
wretching himself out, he noticed a few new pains crackling about in his
body. He made a mental note to remove all the debris from himself at a
later point. Now what was he going to do? He had no ship, and would get
lost in these dark hallways. Pondering the question for a bit, Cyborg came
up with an ingenious solution : Curl up in a hidden corner and take a nap.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 17:27:51 (MDT)
*The Field Marshal looked at the new channel on screen, the people
who had stolen the Xanarious cruiser seemed to be playing music rather
loud* Hello... *Nothing is heard* HELLO! THIS IS FIELD MARSHAL WOODLOUSE
OF HOUSE WOODLOUSE AND THE KINGDOM LOYALISTS!! *The Field Marshal has a
drink of water* WE OFFER YOU THE HANDS OF FRIENDSHIP!! AND WELCOME YOUR
ASSISTANCE AGAINST THE XANARIOUS THREAT!! *The Field Marshal clears his
throat* CAN YOU IDENTIFY YOURSELFS... AND PERHAPS TURN THE MUSIC DOWN!!
*The Field Marshal rubs is throat and rolls his eyes* Diplomacy was never
this loud in my day...
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 17:40:30 (MDT)
She was there. She didn't know why she was there...well, she had
an idea. But that was irrelevant. She sat in Marrissa's cell and waited,
as the donut, un-noticed, faded into the scenery...
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 19:28:42 (MDT)
.....warm....it is warm....i am content. even before i could think
i was not alone. there were much happiness.... there was much sadness......
none of it was my own. the happiness was about.... me? i am me..... they
are happy at me! i am aware... the sadness.... about the outside.... the
war..... i become aware of the outside world.... i dream.... i grow....
there is more sadness and more happiness..... much.... death? i am life...
the only new life....i will never walk the outside... too much sadness....
i know some others now.... i know of bonds.... one is which between the
one who carries me and another.... they smile at the other and feel a togetherness....
what is a smile? it feels nice.... someday i will smile too and me and
the other will feel togetherness.....
Last One
<I am.>
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 19:54:42 (MDT)
... Tristan hadn't been in his cell longer than a few moments, when
a man suddenly appears, his hand at his side, clicking off his LurkerField
generator. In his other hand he holds a clipboard, he looks down at it,
than at Tristan... Are you the one known as Tristan/TDK? ...He receives
an assenting, if confused, nod from Tristan. He smiles... Good, you are
a very high priority for the Lurker Council. ... He looks a little put
out to be speaking of the Council, unlike Darva he can't stand letting
information about their organization be known, but he does have his orders...
You are, after all, a true poster, so much more important than the mere
characters we usually have to watch after. Perhaps you'd like to come with
me, i can take you off this ship, the Lurker Council is very interested
in meeting you.
Lurker
Council Operative
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 21:31:22 (MDT)
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